okay so in elementary school i had a friend, in fact he was like my best friend, and this nigga fucking lived and breathed paper airplanes

like you handed that mofo enough paper and he could probably build a full size fully functioning stealth bomber

anyways, we both attended this church after-school program where we learned about Jesus and played tony hawk's pro skater on the n64

at this after-school was another kid named marshall whom i assume was autistic because he didn't really talk with anyone and got mad really easily and did all your other typical autism things

one day my friend was flying one of his pimpin paper airplane creations when marshall came along and picked it up--when my friend asked for it back, he took off with the speed of a special olympics 400 meter dash gold medalist

naturally, my friend took off after marshal, and me, being a good friend, went with him

we caught up with him, and once again my friend asked for the plane back--this is when marshal instigated a rather violent physical kerfuffle with my friend

a nearby instructor saw what was happening and dragged marshal away, whom was crying profusely



and that was the day i witnessed my friend get whaled on over a paper airplane